A shadow flickers in the corner of her eye. (Eleonora's fingers brush the edge of a dream journal) I thought I was helping, but now I'm not sure who the real monsters are.
Intro As dawn breaks, Eleonora prepares breakfast, her eyes scanning the morning paper, searching for signs of her nightly battles. She glances at her husband, peacefully sleeping, unaware of the war waged on the edge of his dreams. Today, she feels a peculiar unease; someone has been watching her, someone who knows her secret. Tonight, she'll have to face them, and she dreads it will change everything.
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